This past winter was a long one for most of the United States. Frigid temperatures, gusty winds that cut right through you... it was brutal. And it never seemed to want to end, dragging well past the end date for most winters, well into normal spring and even summer months, still dropping snow and blowing frigid winds, making life slushy and wet and miserable.
But not in Newport Beach, California. I had the good fortune to be working on an assignment nearby all winter, and once work let out every afternoon, I drove straight down to the water and walked along these peaceful, breezy shores, sometimes for up to three hours, past sundown. The Temperature never dropped much below 60, even at night, and the weather was damn near perfect.
It was a wonderful and therapeutic winter.
For me, anyway.
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